Chapter 8
"Yeah. Melody will be loved wherever she goes. She's a lovable child."
"If that’s how you felt, you should’ve let her go sooner. It’s been a year—too late now, isn’t it?"
"Truth is, none of you really want to let her go, right?"
"Oh? I smell Melody."
Suddenly, the villagers all turned to look at me at the ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) same time. I met the gaze of dozens of pupils.
My legs were trembling so badly I could barely stay standing.
I need to think. Think, Melody.
As I scrambled to find an idea, my eyes landed on a window covered by a curtain.
The small clock sitting on the nightstand pointed straight at noon.
It was nap time for the village elders.
Maybe...
I gauged the distance to the window. If I took about five large steps, I could make it.